Chapter 63
Opening the lock on her door with the key I had made, I walk into Camryn’s apartment.
I can hear the shower going. I could leave and leave her be, but I can’t stay away from her.
My obsession. The complete addiction I have won’t allow me to walk out the door, down the stairs, and back into the tattoo shop.
It won’t let me get on the back of my bike and drive the almost two hours to my cabin.
I close the door and lock it. Listening to the water flow, imagining it flowing over her body, the suds moving down those curves that I know by heart. That honeysuckle smell that reminds me of the night she put flowers on Ivory and Angel’s graves. What she did for my mother. All of it.
Her brother was just downstairs in the shop. I just finished inking him. I listened as he talked about his family. His brother. His sister. His daughter. His wife. How happy he is that Camryn has her life together, finally. How she’s making decisions for herself.
I didn’t say a word because I had nothing to say. I was his friend, and my mouth was just on his sister’s pussy this morning when I fucked her on the staircase, bent over, her face against the steps.
Jace Park had no clue that I ripped the crotch of his sister’s fishnets and panties before devouring her pussy from behind, slapping at her swollen folds between sucking her clit.
And when she was boneless and spent, I brutally fucked her, slamming my dick inside her in a bid to get even deeper inside.
I didn’t give a fuck that she was his sister, nor did I care that her body was bent in an unnatural position while she shouted my name.
I didn’t care that Onyx probably heard me.
I didn’t care that anyone could walk through the back door and see me bent over a woman 18 years my junior.
I didn’t care that I nutted on her ass when I came.
I didn’t care that I smeared my cum up her back and licked it off while I reached around and fingered her clit, pushing two fingers in her warm walls, forcing another orgasm out of her.
I didn’t care that I still wasn’t done and ate her asshole, spitting the cum from my mouth into the tightly puckered hole while her pussy still pulsed around my fingers.
I didn’t care that I canceled two of my appointments so I could take her back upstairs and fuck her in my bed, refusing to let her leave.
So, when I cleaned up and put away my tools, I waited patiently while he went to visit his sister upstairs.
I listened, counting every step he took to get to her door.
26 steps. Then I listened at the door until I heard those 26 steps again.
I held myself still, squeezing my fingers into a fist while I watched his car drive out of the parking lot from the window.
I watched the headlights move down the street, knowing full well I was going to demolish his sister the moment those lights disappeared.
I don’t make a sound when I open the bathroom door, but somehow she hears me and pulls the shower curtain back, showing her face.
“How did you get in here? You pick the lock again?”
“No. You left the door open.” I lie easily.
“I did?” She frowns, thinking.
I distract her by pulling the shower curtain open all the way. Water runs down her lithe body. She stares at me, and that sassy smirk on her face makes me hard as stone.
I step back, wanting to see her fully, desperate to watch.
I take out a cigarette, lighting it, not taking my eyes off her wet, slick body.
I absorb the sight of her body. It shows bruises from my fingers, red marks from my teeth, and beard burns from my stubble.
Gratification spreads through me at the signs of my possession.
She’s my secret prize, and I’m hoarding every opportunity I get to play.
“Can you not smoke in my apartment?”
I ignore her request and lean against the doorway, dragging in a puff and then blowing it to the ceiling.
“I thought you liked it?” It’s a reminder of the very pleasurable memory of blowing smoke in her pussy.
I’ll never forget the taste of her and that smoke.
I will definitely be doing it again. This time, I’ll fill every part of her with smoke and then sample to see which one I prefer.
Something tells me her pussy will win out.
Her cheeks get rosy, but she doesn’t back down. “If my alarm goes off, it’s your ass.”
I close the door. “Better?”
She shakes her head. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?”
I shrug, not giving a shit about smoke alarms.
“Did you finish Jace’s tattoo?” She asks, and I chuckle at her attempt to distract me. She knows why I’m here, and my cock knows too.
“You really want to talk about your brother when I plan to violate your pussy in a few minutes?” Her breathing speeds up at my question. Her dark brown nipples tighten, and her belly goes concave. “Thought so.”
“Keep bathing, Countess. Get that pussy nice and clean for me.”
She goes to close the curtain, and I shake my head. “No. It stays open.”
“The floor is going to get wet if I keep the curtain open, Stone.”
“There’s my prissy girl. I don’t give a fuck if it floods. Stop stalling. Bathe, Countess.”
I watch her pick up the soap. The same one I saw in her brother’s bathroom months ago.
My eyes track the way she moves it on the washcloth.
She sets it down and starts to bathe, dragging the soapy mass up her arms and around her breasts and tummy.
When she gets to her legs, she slides the cloth between.
“No.” I shake my head. I need to see more.
“Cleaner,” I murmur as I step closer to the tub.
I press my cigarette in the sink; the sizzle is loud in the room.
I sit on the closed toilet seat, facing her.
I open my legs, giving my cock freedom. It’s straining against my fly, wanting inside her beautiful pussy. “Give me your foot, Countess.”
She lifts her leg and rests the wet foot on my jeans, soaking the thick denim fabric.
I watch the foam slide down into her slit and reach out and rub the soapy mixture into her pussy, swirling my finger around her clit.
The pink nub is swollen, and I pinch it slightly, making her brace her hand on the wall.
She moans, dropping the washcloth and joining me, rubbing her pussy and the soap between my fingers.
I watch her tilt her head back as she rocks on our fingers.
Her breasts shake and her nipples get pointier, jutting out, ready for my tongue.
Or my knife. The thought makes me crazy.
I need to cut her again soon. I’ve missed the flavor of her blood and the fragrant scent of her skin.
I push two fingers inside her, and she stands on her tiptoes, looking down at me. “Fuuuccckk. Don’t stop.”
Her plea makes me curl my fingers. That needy voice is always music to my ears. I edge her a few minutes more and then pull my hand out. It’s covered in her cream, and I can’t wait to have the sticky substance all over my tongue and cock.
“No. Stone, please.” She grabs my wrist, attempting to put my hand back, but I peel her greedy fingers off.
“It’s time to rinse. You can’t come yet.”
“Please.” She cries, reaching for me again.
“I said no.” I stand, bringing my fingers to my nose, smelling her soap and arousal.
She snarls and removes her foot, placing it back in the tub. She’s angry. Good. I need an angry fuck tonight. My brain is still jumbled with all the things I’m doing. Putting her in danger, fucking her under her brother’s nose.
The sound of her ripping the shower curtain closed wakes me out of the maelstrom. The sight of the patterned plastic curtain blocking her body from me enrages me. I rip it back open. “You don’t hide from me.”
“Fuck you!” She snaps it closed again.
A haze of possessiveness envelopes my brain. I reach up and rip the curtain down, pulling it from the rings and throwing the plastic behind me.
Camryn yelps, staring down at the crumbled plastic. “Are you fucking crazy!? I swear to god, Stone! Now what am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t give a fuck! I told you I’m insane, Camryn!” I lift her wet body out of the tub, wrapping my arms around her slick skin. She slaps at my back, rearing up to get down. “I wasn’t finished you asshole!”
I slap her wet ass. “You want to hit? Fine. I won’t mind punishing you!”
“You dick! For what?”
“For trying to deny me.”
“That was you! I was trying to come and you always have to take control!”
She’s right. And I can’t change how insane she makes me.
I stomp out of the bathroom to her room and throw her on the bed.
She bounces and scrambles up, trying to get off.
Her long black hair clings to her damp, fragrant skin.
It makes her look like a wet mermaid. I want those long wet strands on my body, curtaining me in her world.
Her ass is beautiful. Pert and covered with the pink handprint from my slap.
I’m going to make it redder by the end of the night.
I want it the same shade as the inside of her pussy when she’s riding my cock.
Distracted by her beauty, she almost gets past me, but I reach out and lift her up, putting her back on the mattress.
I twist her so she’s lying on her tummy, and crawl on top of her back, letting her feel some of my weight.
She’s powerless physically, but I’m the one who’s powerless emotionally.
She has me by the balls; by the heart. My mind, my entire rotted soul, is hers, and I know it.
She may not know how much, but I do. The truth is, as much as I control the sex, she’s the one who is really running the show.
Everything good still left in me calls me to claim her, to keep her, and hold onto her kindness, her intrinsic worth. She’s become essential. Vital.
“Don’t move.”
“Or what?” She mumbles into the wet sheets, trying to elbow me.
“Or I won’t give you what you want.”